English Authors: A Handbook of English Literature from Chaucer to Living WritersFranklin Print. and Publishing Company, 1906 - 750 pages |
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... passed round at supper . This Caedmon could never do , so when he saw the harp coming to him , he slipped out of the room eager to hide his shame . He went out among the cows moaning over his disgrace . Here he fell asleep and dreamed ...
... passed round at supper . This Caedmon could never do , so when he saw the harp coming to him , he slipped out of the room eager to hide his shame . He went out among the cows moaning over his disgrace . Here he fell asleep and dreamed ...
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... passing any wight Of so young age , as well in cheer as deed ; For though the people have no great insight In virtue , he considered aright Her bountee , and disposed that he would Wed her only , if ever he wedden should . The day of ...
... passing any wight Of so young age , as well in cheer as deed ; For though the people have no great insight In virtue , he considered aright Her bountee , and disposed that he would Wed her only , if ever he wedden should . The day of ...
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... passed by . And lyke wyse a levite when he was come neye to the place went and looked on hym and passed by . Then a certayne Samaritane as he jornyed cam neye vnto hym and behelde hym and had compassion on hym and cam to hym and bounde ...
... passed by . And lyke wyse a levite when he was come neye to the place went and looked on hym and passed by . Then a certayne Samaritane as he jornyed cam neye vnto hym and behelde hym and had compassion on hym and cam to hym and bounde ...
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... passed the English nation actually knew less of their greatest author than we now know of Homer after the lapse of · thirty centuries . This , however , matters little to us , so far as the poet is concerned . " All that is known of him ...
... passed the English nation actually knew less of their greatest author than we now know of Homer after the lapse of · thirty centuries . This , however , matters little to us , so far as the poet is concerned . " All that is known of him ...
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... passed on , In maiden meditation , fancy - free . Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell ! It fell upon a little western flower , -- Before , milk - white : now purple with love's wound , - And maidens call it love - in - idleness ...
... passed on , In maiden meditation , fancy - free . Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell ! It fell upon a little western flower , -- Before , milk - white : now purple with love's wound , - And maidens call it love - in - idleness ...
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Page 233 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 219 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 607 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Page 497 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together...
Page 81 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 218 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 423 - I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 497 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 301 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Page 496 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.